King's Landing in France

But the blood still had to flow, and a stream of blood directly covered half of An Ning's eyes, making half of his vision red.

Lazar Kano was shocked: "Are you okay?"

An Ningdan was extremely calm: "It's okay, just a little injury."

He wiped the blood from his face, and took out his handkerchief to hold the wound.

Napoleon: "Go down quickly, it's too dangerous here, at least get out of the threat of enemy artillery."

An Ning: "Don't make a fuss, keep shooting!"

Napoleon did so.

Several artillerymen looked at each other, obviously overwhelmed by An Ning's courage. Even the artilleryman who had just been injured by a stone struggled to get up and continued to operate the artillery.

Lazar Kano: "Get down! You're useless here!"

Only then did An Ning kick the bloody handkerchief back into his pocket, and said to Napoleon, "I leave everything to you. Remember, when the enemy climbs up the mountain, set fire to the barn and mill!"

Napoleon: "Don't worry! I will shoot the gun myself!"

An Ning nodded, then raised her hand, gave the horse a whip, and ran to her command position on the back slope.

Chapter 141 Is This So Scary?

At this time, behind Lafayette's command position, near their camp, Laner hid and slept, and just awoke at this time.

Lana looked around suspiciously, trying to grasp the situation.

He heard the boom of southern artillery.

"Your Excellency is still fighting." Lana thought, "Didn't I do enough damage last night?"

At this time, he suddenly found a pile of ragged soldiers on the road, supporting each other and limping backwards.

Lana thought about it, and came up with a plan.

He tore off his rank of sergeant and smeared more dirt on his body so that his attire was more or less an officer's attire.

Then he leapt forward, jumped in front of this group of rout soldiers, and shouted: "Which part are you from!"

The broken soldier was startled, and looked at Lana in shock.

Because Frost's troops and Lafayette's troops are both National Guards, and their uniforms are the same, except that An Ning's troops have to wear a red cloth.

Then the rout seemed to judge from his tone that Lana was an officer on his side, so he said: "We are the No.13 Battalion of the Fourth Regiment of the Second Brigade of the Third Division. We...we were broken up."

Lana: "Well, I am Lieutenant Colonel Robb of the Second Division. I am under the order of His Excellency General Lafayette to gather troops and retreat."

Crushed soldiers: "Retreat?"

Lana: "Yes, the enemy has occupied an advantageous position, the terrain is too favorable, we have to retreat to a suitable position for us, and fight them again!"

Su Bing was a little puzzled: "Why are you alone? Shouldn't you send a team to do this kind of thing?"

Lana: "I met the enemy stragglers who attacked us last night! I escaped with difficulty! My team has been scattered! Come with me now! We are going to burn the camp and prepare for the retreat! We cannot retreat The rest of the camp is for the rebel bastards!"

The broken soldiers looked at each other in blank dismay, and finally all their eyes were on an old sergeant.

The sergeant shook his head: "No, we can't do things for Lafayette. I saw with my own eyes that 2 of us were beaten to the ground as soon as we crossed the hill. General Lafayette can't win this battle." Yes. Let's go!"

When Lana heard this, his eyes rolled: "That would be even better, I am Jean Lana, the captain of General Frost's teaching team, and I led the night attack yesterday! Look at this!"

Lana took out a red ribbon: "We rely on this to identify the enemy! You follow me, pretending that you have Lafayette's order to burn the camp. After you succeed, you will be rewarded!"

The broken soldiers looked at each other, and finally they all looked at the old sergeant.

The old sergeant stared at Lana suspiciously: "You...are you really a close friend of General Frost? Are you the captain of the teaching team?"

Lana patted his chest: "It's me! You should have heard that Mr. Frost particularly valued a dyeing apprentice, and I am that apprentice! My troops were scattered in the night attack last night, and I am worried that no one will follow me today." Let me destroy it together! You all joined in at this time, and you are all great heroes!"

The old sergeant was still thinking about it, and a big soldier couldn't help but asked, "I heard that Mr. Frost will reward you with silver coins, whether or not you will issue a coupon?"

Lana nodded: "That's right! General Frost used silver as his military salary, and never issued a coupon! If you fight against me, you must have a lot of silver!"

The old sergeant finally made up his mind and slapped his thigh: "It's done! Anyway, it's chaotic now, and General Lafayette can't care about his camp. Let's go!"

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Lafayette is watching his troops advance to the top of the mountain.

He couldn't see Frost's formation on the back slope at all from his position, so he was still a little worried.

He could only keep comforting himself, saying that this time, he would fight against 3 people, and Frost's troops would only be in the early [-]s, excluding the cavalry and artillery, and they would always win if they fought against one.

As long as he successfully rushed to the distance where he could fire and shot at the enemy, the advantage of three against one troops would be reflected in the firepower, and then Frost could only obediently admit defeat.

Even if the enemy relies on the advantage of the terrain and can't lose with a row of guns, as long as they enter hand-to-hand combat, it will be pure meat!In this way, the advantage of your own troops will be highlighted!

The more Lafayette thought about it, the more he felt that he should rush forward and fight directly.

Although my troops are very tired, the first division didn't sleep well last night, and the second and third divisions have just been defeated and consumed a lot of energy, but as long as they go all out and enter hand-to-hand combat, there is a possibility of winning by giving full play to their strength!

And it's a huge win!

On the contrary, there may be a situation.

So Lafayette turned his head and said to Berthier: "Order, tell Earl Ernette, commander of the first brigade, to launch a charge after the first round of guns after going up!"

Berthier frowned slightly: "Are you going to charge?"

"Yes, use our superiority to kill Frost's trousers!"

The trousers were originally used to describe the working trousers in Paris and other cities. Lafayette used it to call Frost's troops to express his contempt.

Berthier reminded: "The main body of our troops are also trousers..."

"It's not important! In short, rush forward and fight hand-to-hand! We have more officers and more troops, and we can win in hand-to-hand combat!" Lafayette shouted.

Berthier: "Yes, orderly!"

The messenger ran over, and Berthier handwritten an order and stuffed it into his hand: "To Earl Ernette!"

"Yes!" The messenger galloped away on horseback.

Lafayette again turned his attention to the peloton that was making its way up the hill.

The [-] troops were organized into four columns, and each column consisted of three horizontal lines, pressing towards the top of the mountain mightily.

Seeing the momentum, Lafayette recovered a little smile on his face: "Frost, this time you must die without a burial!"

If it was a Hong Kong comic, Lafayette would definitely laugh loudly at this time.

Then he just laughed for a while, someone next to him yelled: "There is a fire at the camp!"

Lafayette was shocked. When he looked back, he found that there were continuous flames burning behind him and in the direction of the camp.

This is very popular, because in this era, not all troops will be drawn to the battlefield. For an army of 4 people, at least a few thousand people will be left to guard the camp.

If it is the British army, each regiment will leave half a battalion to guard the camp and take care of everything in the camp.

Now that the camp is on fire, it means that the enemy's troops with good strength have launched a sneak attack.

Lafayette couldn't understand, where did Frost conjure up the sneak attack force?

Isn't his strength only fifteen thousand?

Judging from the cavalry reconnaissance report in the morning, all his troops are already on the mountain in front of him!

Where did this army come from?

Amidst the panic, Lafayette suddenly felt that he could not understand Frost.

"Frost!" He gasped and murmured, "This cobbler is so terrifying!"

Berthier was still very calm: "Since the enemy chose to attack the camp instead of sneaking behind us, it means that there are not many troops. Putting in the reserves of the last brigade in hand should be enough to deal with it."

Lafayette: "You don't understand! Now that the camp is on fire, the morale of the attacking troops will be affected!"

He muttered: "Fuck, it's a good thing Frost doesn't have enough cavalry, otherwise he would join the cavalry at this time, and we would be finished."

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Among the attacking troops who were climbing the mountain, some people also found a fire in the rear.

More and more people began to turn their heads to look.

The non-commissioned officers had to shout loudly: "Don't look back! Our order is to move forward! Keep going!"

It is also fortunate that Lafayette's army has many senior non-commissioned officers, otherwise half of the people would have to run away before climbing the mountain.

But the seeds of uneasiness have been planted!

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Lana stood in Lafayette's camp and yelled, "Burn it! Everyone!"

That's right, Lafayette had no problem thinking about it. An Ning really couldn't spare any troops that could take out his camp.

This camp was basically burned by Lafayette's remaining troops.

Relying on his momentum and the current chaotic situation, Lana managed to convince the defenders of the camp that Lafayette ordered the camp to be burned.

The defenders of the camp had already seen a large number of routs, and then suddenly a high-spirited "officer" came with a group of soldiers who seemed to have experienced hard battles, and they believed it.

So at this moment, thousands of defenders are burning their tents at high speed, preparing to retreat.

Lana looked at the defenders and thought to himself, General, you must win the battle, and if you lose, I won't be able to escape.

Lafayette treated soldiers very harshly. He once used "stick punishment" to treat soldiers who mutinied because they had no military pay-that is, tied soldiers to wheels and beat them to death with sticks.

Lana didn't want to taste the sticking.

Chapter 142 Ambition

Napoleon was on the mountain, and he saw the enemy's camp behind him on fire from a distance.

"It's the apprentice from the dyeing workshop!" Napoleon was overjoyed, "What's his name, grass? He did a great job, no wonder Andy valued him so much! I thought Andy was wrong this time! Hey, you remember that dyeing workshop What is the apprentice's name?"

The sergeant who was held back by Napoleon hesitated for a moment, and said uncertainly, "It seems to be called Lana?"

"Oh yes, Lana! He did a great job! We can't lose! Reload! Reload after this round! Quick!"

As soon as the voice fell, the loaded artillery fired.

Amidst the sound of firing successively, some artillerymen asked worriedly: "The enemy is closer than last time, what should they do if they stop and fire?"

Napoleon yelled, "Don't worry! They won't stop and shoot! Because the bullets are going to go over the ridgeline!"

The flintlock has only one bullet in the barrel, and it needs to be reloaded after firing. Napoleon is sure that the enemy will leave this gun behind the ridgeline.

Napoleon: "We're going to shoot two rounds, two rounds!"

Another cannon was loaded, and the shotgun was thrown out with a splash, and a piece was poured in an instant.

Napoleon's artillery fired successively, and dozens of men were killed by each cannon.

"Loading!" Napoleon shouted, almost hoarse.

The artillerymen hurriedly cleaned the barrel, loaded the prefabricated gunpowder cartridges, and then stuffed all the mess into the barrel for compaction.

The enemy's infantry was just a short distance away, and after a few steps, they could pounce on the artillerymen's faces.

But they can only continue to walk in unison with the drumbeat.

Napoleon snatched a torch and set fire to the nearest cannon himself.

The six-pound gun spewed out a long tongue of flame, and the projectiles swept across the enemy line like a storm.

A group of seven or eight people collapsed in front of Napoleon.

A military musician was standing right in the middle of the storm, and he was not injured by a piece of debris. He stopped hesitantly and forgot to beat the drum with his hands.

But the cannon next to Napoleon opened fire, and this time the storm blew over the hapless fellow, tearing off his ear.

Napoleon threw the torch and shouted: "Get out!"

He got on his horse and ran along the ridge line, urging: "Quick retreat! Move!"

The gunners dragged the cannon mounts and ran desperately.

Thanks to the ridge line, they quickly escaped from the enemy's sight, otherwise they might be killed by the sight of the enemy's fire!

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